Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
MDC,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.